Life in the (not so) fast lane.

Chapter 1-Seriously???

Tw: Mentions of Abuse, and Graphic slurs

Abby's Pov:

I couldn't contain the joy as I drove through the tunnel into Talladega Superspeedway. Jr Motorsports signed me to the #88 Nike Cheverolet in the Xfinity Series. As I park my Chevy Silverado, I internally groan. I see my Nascar hauler parked to the one and only, Joe Gibbs Racing.

As I see the only person, I dread more than Joe Gibbs, his grandson, Ty, walk out the hauler. "Are you kidding me." I check my phone for the testing's roster. " Ty's name isn't on the entry list? Probably begged to do it If you're wondering why I hate Joe Gibbs Racing and Ty Gibbs, buckle up for a backstory.

It all started when I was six years old. Ty was my twin brother at that time. They let Ty race, but when I dream of racing like him, they squash my dream and say," You're a lady, you stay at home." Or " You wear hair bows and Tiaras, not Helmets." When I was 9 years old, I got into soccer, basketball, softball, and football. That's when they snapped.

They yelled at me telling me that I was to grow up as a lady. When I was older, I was supposed to be a stay-at-home parent, with a forced marriage. That's when I ran away. They didn't care. I ran from Charlotte, NC to Chesapeake, Va. I went to Britney's Adoption Center. That was a nightmare itself. 6 years of torture, abuse, and pain. At 15, I was adopted by a nice family with the last name of Mayer. I then had a younger brother, Sam, at 14 years old. With him racing for GMS Racing in Arca. Him and GMS Racing were able to get me a full-time in Arca. That's how us two became Nascar's " Golden Siblings".

Then at 17, after 2 Arca championships, I signed with JR Motorsports as a part-time truck driver. I won 4 races that season. At 18 years old, I signed with Jr Motorsports in the Xfinity Series. Breaking all stereotypes, I win 13 races and the championship last season.

As I climb out of my Truck, I get shoved against it by Ty. " So, we meet again, slut"" What do you want Ty? Ruin my life again? Already did." I shove him off of me, then walk into my hauler. Josh and Sam are standing there with smirks. "What?" What's with you and silver spoon?" Don't ask?" Looks like you two were getting very cozy" Shut Up!"

Bad timing to yell, as Junior walks in. I avoid any questions and run out of the hauler. As I walk, I find my Arca teammate, Carson Hocevar. We became very close during my last 2 seasons. He walks with me in a comfortable silence. I told him about my "family", if you call them that. When we first met, we established a rule. "Never keep secrets between us". That lasted at most three days.

The only secrets I kept were at the hel- I mean, adoption center, and my waist/thigh/stomach area. Those are covered with scars and burns. That was the only way I could release any stress, plus feel anything again. As we walk, were joined by Lawless Alan. Me and him met at 16, when he raced with Sam in Arca. I will admit us two are very close. Him and Carson are the only two that know about my past. Not even Sam knows about it. I will admit over the years, I have developed feelings for both of them. But at Phoenix last year, Carson told me he has a girlfriend. Her name is Peyton. She is the sweetest person on earth.

Us three talk about anything and everything. Then an official tells us xfinity practice is about to start. Luckily, my fire-suit was already on. I tell the other to goodbye, and head to my car. I sigh heavily when I realise, my car is next to Ty's car. "This day couldn't get any worse? Could It?" Well, It did. We crashed into the wall and just decided to not go back out and repair the car. I went back to my motorhome and lock myself into the bathroom. I reach behind the back of the sink and grab my blade i taped there. I pull my fire-suit down and start the lines.

1 for seeing him.

1 for yelling at sam

1 for yelling at josh

1 for crashing the car

1 for making dale rethink your contract

3 for being ugly

5 for being a red-head

By the time I come out of my thoughts, I already have 60-80 cuts all over my thighs, waist, and stomach. I clean and bandage my cuts, then head to bed. I could barely sleep, thinking about life with Emily. Emily was my best friend. We did everything together. Us two were lite Peanut Butter & Jelly. When she died of a racing accident, I lost a part of me with her. That's when my depression and anxiety started. Then came the insomnia. Now, I basically have two personalities. People think that racecar drivers don't have Mental Health issues. They don't see Behind the office doors. They don't see contracts start, end, be accepted, be declined. They don't see when we lose or gain a sponser. They don't see what is said at team meetings.

People don't see what goes on behind closed doors....

A/N: Here's the first chapter. Please don't be a silent reader. I hoped that you enjoyed this chapter. The hard part of thinking/writing this chapter was the Mental Health. I portrayed most of that part of this story based off of my own Mental Health. - Alec